Where the Quiet Lives

16 Oct
Beneath the forms and shapes
No, deeper still.
Listen for the silence
Beneath the noisiness
Can you hear it now?
As if the whole world stops
Even the drippy faucet
In my chatty head.
Just the breathing sound
The heartbeat in my ear
And frogs.
The pause between each breath
Just let the next one come
And rest upon the middle.
Quiet of the late late night
Not a creature stirs about 
But the refrigerator.
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Posted by on October 16, 2009 in poetry


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